"…"
That damn woman!
Lin Shiyu had really turned around to walk away. She had left to ask the bewitching beauty to come.
Fu Qinglun sprang up from the large bed. He walked ahead and caught up with Lin Shiyu in a few strides, grabbing the woman's slender wrist and immediately pinned her against the wall.
Lin Shiyu looked at the handsome face before her. "Young Master Fu, what are you dー?"
Fu Qinglun opened his mouth and captured Lin Shiyu's tender lips.
Hiss.
Lin Shiyu was in so much pain that she furrowed her pretty brows. He had really bitten her hard.
The faint metallic taste of blood spread in his mouth as Fu Qinglun vented his frustrations on her lips. He gave a hoarse laugh, clutched her delicate hand and guided it downwards…
Lin Shiyu was already aware of his intentions. She attempted to forcefully withdraw her hand.
